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It's not the days
it's the minutes.
The days can be managed
to have shape, content
interest
emotion.
But the minutes can be hell.
The wolf howls at the moon
circled by Command Module pilots
so far from humanity.
Six lonely men, enduring their forty seven dark minutes.
But even they were loved.
Their lives had flavour,
they knew the intimacy...
Sunday 26th May 2013 9:51 am
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